Alessia disanti family b.., p.1
Alessia (DiSanti Family Book 1), page 1
W. Griffin
Alessia
DiSanti Family - Book One
First published by W. Griffin Publishing 2025
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First edition
English Paperback ISBN: 9798305139358
English Hardcover ISBN: 9798312080803
Dutch Paperback ISBN: 9798315417101
Dutch Hardcover ISBN: 9798315588597
Dedication
This one is for my girlies of ‘The Book Cartel’
Lose yourself in the shadows, surrender to the heat,
and never apologize for the fire that burns within you.
Trasformato in cenere, per poi rinascere.
Turned into ashes, only to be reborn.
Wait… Am I into this?
- W. Griffin
Table Of Contents
Note from the author
Prologue
1 - Alessia
2 – Harper
3 - Harper
4 – Alessia
5
6 - Harper
7 - Alessia
8 - Harper
9 - Alessia
10 - Alessia
11
12 - Alessia
13
14
15 - Alessia
16 - Gianni
17 - Harper
18 - Alessia
19 - Harper
20 - Alessia
21 - Harper
22 - Alessia
23 - Harper
24 - Alessia
25
26 - Alessia
27 - Harper
28 - Alessia
29 - Harper
30 - Alessia
31
32
33 - Harper
34 - Alessia
35 - Harper
Epilogue - Alessia
Acknowledgments
Review
About the Author
Note from the author
This book contains but is not limited to the following trigger warnings. If you do not feel comfortable with any of them I advise you not to read this book. I know we all love to be dark and twisted but that doesn’t mean you need to put your own mental health at risk. Your mental health matters to me!
If you do stick around and read the story of Alessia and Harper, thank you and I hope you enjoy it.
Physical abuse
Mental abuse
Non-consensual sex scenes
Consensual sex scenes
Death of a parent on and off page
Soft BDSM
Rape
Abortion
Kidnapping
Abduction of a minor (off page)
(Mention of) Pedophilia & grooming
(Mention of) Child abuse
Blood & gore depiction
Needles
Hospitalization
Captivity & confinement
Gun violence
Knife violence
Organized crime
Murder
Thoughts of suicide
Human trafficking
Mention of non-consensual knife play
Prologue
Alessia
I‘m sitting in my room, Camilla is hosting another one of her parties. It’s become a usual thing since dad started his trips to America over four years ago. I was barely thirteen when he went away for the first time. In time the trips got longer and more frequent which means he’s barely home anymore. A year after the first trip Camilla started hosting parties for her friends and she instructed me to help out with the preparations. Lorenzo and Bella are the lucky ones, they’re her actual children so they get send away to our grandparents. They live in Ostia, just outside of Rome in a beautiful cozy house on the seaside. I wish I could join them and feel the sand of the beach between my toes or taste Nonna’s homemade pasta and bread. It’s been years since I’ve last been there and they rarely visit for more than an hour when they bring Lorenzo and Bella back. I know they hate Camilla as much as I do but they adore Lorenzo and Bella so they will do just about anything for them!
“Alessia!” I hear Camilla call out in the hallway. Fuck this can’t be good. I cringe as I hear her call my name again.
“Alessia, get over here know!” She sounds mad. What did I do this time? I cleaned my room, helped the chef with
preparations for her stupid party and I just needed to be invisible.
My door swings open and Camilla walks over I sit up straight in my bed.
“When I call on you, you’re supposed to respond, you stupid little girl.”
I cast my eyes down, she is always angry with me. I wish I could get away from here, away from her.
“Get out of that bed, I have someone I want you to meet.” She commands.
“Why? They are your friends.” I bite back.
That earns me a slap on the cheek.
Fuck that stings. It’s nothing I’m not used to. Ever since dad went to America she’s been hitting me, among other things.
“You will come downstairs now and you will be a good obedient girl for your future husband.”
“What? I’m not marrying one of your friends!” I scream at her.
Her hand grips my hair and she pulls me off of my bed and drags me into the hallway down to her room.
“Stay”
She goes into her closet and comes back with a red halter dress with a split on one side that will probably end on my hip.
“Put this on”
“I don’t want to.”
“You will do as you’re told for once in your goddamn life.” She grits through her teeth as she pulls my sweater over my head.
I cover my breasts and feel my cheeks blush.
I wish dad was here to fix all this, to stop this nightmare and
to kill her, or me. I don’t care I just want this to stop, I want to feel the sand between my toes.
Gianni
I lean against the marble balustrade of Camilla’s sprawling villa, nursing a glass of wine I have no intention of finishing. The party around me is bustling and per usual, Leonardo is nowhere to be seen. He’s probably off on some business overseas, Camilla only entertains her men when he’s out of town.
Camilla wears a short black lace dress that leaves little to the imagination. Judging by the horde of men around her it’s exactly what they want.
“Gianni, my dear, are you having fun tonight?” Camilla walks up to me with a smile on her face and sways her hips with every step, the men behind her are ogling her ass.
I plaster on a fake smile, “Yes of course Camilla, you always host the best parties. So sad that Leo isn’t here to join us in the fun.”
“Oh, that isn’t something to be sad about,” she replies with a cheeky grin. “I have something very special planned especially for you tonight.”
“Camilla, you shouldn’t have.” I coo at her. Her hand lands on my chest and she rakes her fingers up and down. Her parties always have some form of entertainment in the adult sense of the word. Sometimes it’s something we can all enjoy, sometimes she arranges something more private.
“You wait right here I’ll go and get it so that this party can truly start.” The look in her eyes in downright sinister before she walks away and up the grand staircase.
It only takes a few minutes for Camilla to return and behind her walks a girl in a red dress, her head is bowed down and her eyes are glued to the back of Camilla’s shoes so I can’t see her face.
“Gianni, meet Alessia, my stepdaughter. Alessia wanted to meet my friends. She promised to be well-behaved and at your service.” Camilla’s tone is stern as she looks at Alessia. “Go on girl, introduce yourself to him.” She nudges Alessia towards me.
Her eyes lift up from the floor and she looks at me. The vision that greets me is one I could only dream of. Gorgeous curly brown hair, icy blue eyes, full pink lips and her face is oval shaped and perfectly symmetrical.
“Hi, I’m Alessia.” She whispers so softly I can barely hear it.
I place my finger below her chin and tip her face up so she can meet my eyes. God she’s beautiful, her hips already have a curviness and her tits are definitely coming in.
“Next time you will talk to me in a way that I can actually hear you. Now… what was your name?”
“I’m Alessia.” She replies a little louder then before.
“Good Alessia, I’m Gianni Bianchi. You will address me as Mister Bianchi or Sir, do you understand that?”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck, that makes my dick strain against my zipper.
I take her hand and lead her over to the empty library. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Camilla winking at me. A devious grin tugs at my lips. This is going to be
I take a seat on one of the leather chairs, Alessia stands beside me and looks at me, fear written across her face.
“Don’t worry, darling, I don’t bite.” I coo.
A small smile tips at the corner of her mouth. Fuck, those lips. So full, I want to sink my teeth into them.
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen sir, almost eighteen. My birthday is next month.” She replies quickly.
“When?”
“May fifteenth, sir.”
Good, that’s only two weeks away. I can wait two weeks.
“Then you are old enough to pour me some whiskey from that bar over there and pour some wine for yourself.”
She quickly walks over to the bar at the other corner of the library and starts pouring my drink. When she returns her other hand is empty. I raise my brow at her,
“I told you to pour yourself a glass of wine.”
“But I’m not old enough yet.” She whispers and bows her head. God, she’s so submissive. I rub my dick through my pants, it’s been hard since the moment I laid eyes on her.
“Pour yourself a glass of wine. Now.’
She hurries back over to the bar and returns seconds later with a small glass of wine. A little is better then nothing, I guess.
I spread my legs and tap my hand on the cushion between my legs, “Sit down.” I command.
A small gasp leaves her mouth and big blue eyes stare at me in shock.
Yes baby that’s it, fear me.
“Sit,” I repeat my voice louder this time.
With small steps she inches closer towards the empty space between my legs and sits down, her wine clasped tightly in her hands.
“Tell me, how is school?”
“What?”
“Are you getting good grades?”
“Uhm…” She doesn’t know how to respond. That’s okay, I won’t put her at ease then.
I stroke my fingers up and down her shoulder, her skin is so soft.
“Oh… Okay.” Her voice trembles a bit under my touch.
“You can never have enough people that help you Alessia, remember that. Besides, I think you and I can become really good friends one day.”
I let my hand wander down to her chest, I can feel her heartbeat hammer against the palm of my hand. I can’t hold myself back anymore. I set my glass down on the table beside my chair and with my other hand I unbutton my pants and slide down my zipper.
I take her young souple breast in my hand and I hear her little yelp but I don’t care.
“Quiet now Amore. You don’t want any of the other men out there to see you, do you?” I whisper on a breath.
I keep kneading her breast in my hand while my other hand slides into my boxer briefs, rolling her nipple between my fingers. The feeling of her in my hand and my rock-hard dick in the other is almost enough to make me lose my load already. I pump my dick harder with each kneed of her little breast.
“We are going to be such good friends, Alessia. I’m so glad your mother introduced us.” I say huskily to her as my orgasm is building inside of me.
She nods but doesn’t say anything.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes… Sir…” She chokes out.
I push my briefs down, my dick springs up hard, precum already dripping from the tip. God, what I wouldn’t give to have her plump pink lips around it right now.
But not tonight, I will save that for another time.
“Good girl.” I praise her, my voice is hoarse. I pull on the bow in at the back of her neck, making the two pieces of fabric that held up her tits fall down.
“Turn around, Amore.”
Her spine stiffens before she slowly turns around and faces me. Her eyes are fixed on the floor as she’s perfectly positioned on her knees before me, her tits on full display for me. Her nipples pebble as I fix my gaze on them and enjoy the view of this girl in front of me. I’m already fixated on her.
She’s mine. My obsession, my Amore.
I groan as my balls tighten at the sight of her before me. My fist glides up and down my shaft, I swirl my thumb over the tip and catch a drop of precum. I lean forward and paint her lips with it before I lean back in the chair and cup my balls. I tighten the grip on my dick with each stroke.
“You will be my beautiful bride one day, won’t you, Amore?” I croak out.
“Yes, Sir.” She whispers, tipping me over the edge as I shoot cum all over myself.
1 - Alessia
Iwalk through the ever-rotating door of this godforsaken hospital I call home for about forty hours a week. It’s scent is familiar and I greet Greta who sits at the reception with a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. Today I’m not here to work, I came to visit my father.
Elio walks a few steps behind me, always watching and assessing the space around me. That’s the burden of being a Mafia Princess, you never have a moment alone.
To feel.
To cry.
To just be.
I walk to the elevators and the doors slide open. A bed is rushed past me, probably to the OR by the looks of the heart monitor that’s hanging of the bed. I step into the elevator and push the button for the third floor where my father is lying in a bed. Hooked to one of those heart monitors.
It’s kind of symbolic, one of the great mafia leaders is dying because the cancer that infected his lungs has reached his rotten heart. At least his sick body now matches his wicked personality. My father was one of the most feared men in the mafia world, and even from his deathbed he still is. The body count of that man is endless. He says he stopped counting when he reached three hundred and fifty bodies. That was forty years ago. Now at the age of sixty-five, his own body is going to be added to that list in a matter of weeks or maybe even days. Killed by something he can’t stop, alter or fix.
I walk through the hall to the last door on the right. Of course the bastard had to pull some strings to get a corner room. I stop and inhale a deep breath.
“You good Ma’am?” Elio asks behind me.
I turn around. “Yeah, never better.” I say with the sarcasm dripping off my tone.
“I know you don’t want to be here, but it will be over soon.” He says.
“I know, but then I need to step up and take his place. Even though he thinks I’m ready, I don’t know if I can do it. I work here, in this place, to help people and when I leave this building, I need to do the things that put people in the basement of this same building.”
Elio looks at me, his dark-brown eyes look at me with so much care and worry.
“Stop looking at me like that!”
“Like what? Like I care? Like I want to protect you? It’s my job Alessia, of course I care.”
I let out a deep breath.
“Never mind, let’s get this over with.”
I push open the grey door and walk into my father’s room. The scent of my father’s cologne fills my nose. Even though I hate the man with every fiber of my being that scent reminds me of home. The time when my mother was still alive, and we were happy. Happy and on top of the world. Just the three of us.
“Ah Alessia there you are.” My father’s voice sounds weak, nothing left of that powerful man people fear. Outside this room the mafia world still thinks he’s on top of his game, only the people closest to me and my father know the real story.
“Hi Leo, how are you today?” I walk over to his bed and put a soft kiss on his head.
“As well as I can be hooked to all these machines and dying.” He says with irritation.
“How’s it at work?”
“Good, I got to assist in the OR yesterday so that was awesome!” I say, eyes sparkling.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it Alessia.” his voice stern.
“Oh… Yeah… OUR business is doing great. Elio has been helping me make arrangements for my coronation. So that’s all set. And the latest shipments from Italy ran like a well-oiled machine. And I’m meeting the buyer tomorrow morning to handle the paperwork.”
